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Angela’s body convulsed as she cried out in pain. She caught a blurry glimpse of the medical team working over her before her eyes unwillingly tightened, slowing the flood of frightened tears.
Someone held her husband at a distance. He was fighting to get to her and screaming for an explanation. She could feel the frustration in his voice when he could not break free and no one would answer his terrifying questions. Her tears turned to those of sorrow as she heard his screams become sobs of despair.
The sound of her own screams prior to the collision still echoed in her ears along with the current noise of urgent voices, sirens, and continual moans of agony. She could not determine if the miserable sounds of anguish were from her husband or if they were coming from her own tightening throat.
She suddenly felt devastatingly nauseous as another contraction racked the swollen front of her broken body.
There would be no forcing her eyes to open again, although she tried desperately. Desire to see the precious life she had carried for nearly eight months was overwhelming. She dismally thought that desire might now be impossible as she prayed for protection over her unborn child.
She heard her husband crying out to God for help, which brought a new flood of distress and confusion that dampen her cheeks before falling to the bloody pavement below. She wondered why he had waited until now to turn to heaven for answers. Prayers for his comfort formed on her lips in spite of pain.
She could feel the life inside her slipping away as she heard someone cry for pediatric life support.
It seemed like only yesterday when they sat in the doctor’s office and cried for joy over the ultrasound’s evidence of a baby boy. The rush of excitement from that day instantly permeated her body. Funny that she could be thinking of such happy times while lying in the midst of agony and chaos.
As a sudden rush of joyful memories flooded her mind, Angela felt a gentle hand touching her own. She heard a calming voice say, “Arise child, it is time to come home.”. Her eyes opened to the sight of a host of angels gathered all around.
This host of heavenly beings began to sing a beautiful song of rapture she had never heard. Her own gentle guardian angel guided her through the midst of the angelic choir with continual words of comfort. Anticipation filled every pore of her being as realization began to sink in. She would soon see her Savior.
No words could describe the beauty of heaven as pearly gates parted before her. In the distance she saw Him. There was no question. This was Jesus!
Angela squeezed her angelic guide’s hand before letting go. She began to run toward her Prince. Tears of excitement flowed freely as she approached Him. She saw that He held out His hands to her with an offer of embrace, but she felt so unworthy. She had longed for this day and now she only felt able to fall at His feet and cry for joy.
She had only fallen before her Master for a moment when she felt Him kneel beside her and lovingly place His hand under her chin. Jesus lifted her face toward His own and helped her to stand. His gentle hand moved toward her cheek and slowly wiped away the tears as He said, “Angela, my beloved, welcome home.”.
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